socallmedaisy asked: samtana; apocalypse fic
Two weeks ago Santana Lopez would have said that the worst thing in her life had been being in love with her best friend and never telling the world, because she was living in Narnia. But she got over that and even without being out and proud, her circle of friends accepted her and her best friend stayed a part of her life. Santana had even started to imagine a future for herself. Go to college, find her calling to either make a shitload of money or just be awesome in general (the details were fuzzy, but it was a start). Then Nationals came and their trip to Chicago and the first bombs hit.
People screamed about terrorist attacks, which turned out to be a preferable scenario. The truth was it was like Terminator meeting Stephen King’s Trucks. Machines taking over, probably with a central intelligence somewhere. Yes, Santana totally knows about that shit, because the one person by her side - the only one left - is Sam Evans.
santana/sam set during glease for ashleigh, because she asked
5k
Brittany isn’t the only person she misses from Lima.
sam evans + alcohol
fic: let me come and hold you high
nc-17.
2.2k.
for bramtana week, even though it fits none of the themes.
this is so porny i can’t even bring myself to reread it for editing.“Hi,” she says as she settles against Brittany’s back, up on her knees so she can see over Brittany’s shoulder and watch them as they kiss.
“Hey,” Brittany says, as she pulls back a tiny bit, her eyes opening to look up at Santana.
Sam looks up at her too, a hesitant quirk of a smile on his face. “Hello?”
Lost (Brittana/Sam)
He calls me and I wake and hear you in the background. Crying. His warm, low voice stretched tight with worry. Brittany? Santana won’t stop crying. Can you talk to her? I can hear, somehow, how he’s already tried.
I struggle past the blankets to sit up, blinking the dark back into pale gray. My hands shake a little from the jangle of waking. And—something else—I hate hearing you cry. Stupid, since you cry so often.
Santana? Your name falls into the dark. You can’t hear me yet. Sam is talking to you, getting you to take the phone.
